Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
ABC,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.